Hello 2019

So it begins… I’m a firm believer that what you do on New Year’s Eve and Day will set the tone for the entire year. I want to live a peaceful, creative life in harmony with my own self so I shall do things today and tomorrow that will nurture my soul and affirm intentions.

I have a list. Yeah. I’ve been thinking about this for days and gave everyone who likes to pop in on me unannounced a heads up, like a leave me be… let me do my thing, love you but I don’t want to socialize this year. I want to make art and toast the dawn, light candles in the snow. It’s a solitary thing.

Well, forget the snow as the forecast is rain today tapering off after midnight. Sunrise should be a dry 42 degrees. Perhaps KiKi Gath Ddu and Ysbryd with join me.

Yeah… up to feeding two black cats now.

This photo is KiKi, snapped when she came in on a cold night. I named the elusive feral Ysbryd (Welsh for Ghost) because he is rarely seen and looks so much like Marsberry that my grandsons told me that I “pranked” them about Mars being dead. I’m pretty sure Ysbryd is the same black cat that freaked the vet out in 2017 (wrote about that and crack back then, here’s a link:  Crackerjacks).

I’m pretty sure that KiKi has some kind of relationship going on with Ysbryd as he showed up the night my neighbor “recused” KiKi and brought her to my house.  I was told that she was a sweet little house kitty, abandoned when her owner moved, but it is fairly obvious that KiKi is a full grown cat who loves the outdoor life. She won’t come in unless it’s bitter cold (less than 20 degrees) and I know she’s bedding down somewhere, perhaps nesting in the old compost bin with Ysbryd, as I’ve seen her walk the exact same path across the back yard as the feral and have brushed out bits of weeds out of her fur. She knows this is home, shows up every night for dinner on the porch. I’m pretty sure Ysbryd eats here, too. That’s KiKi’s doing. She wants those dog-size dishes filled to the top, more than enough for two or three cats. Most days, it is gone before morning.

Oh well… here’s my New Year’s List of 19 for 2019 (in no particular order):

  1. Out with the old… take down Christmas decorations; take the vet’s coats off my kitchen coat rack, bag them up and stash them in a closet with his other stuff that he’s yet to take home.
  2. Set up “new” work table (a street find) in my office/studio space, rearranging furniture till it feels right, opening space to relocate this computer in there, too.
  3. Straighten up the kitchen dining area and baking center, stashing away holiday supplies.
  4. Write a blog post (this one).
  5. Try a pour painting technique, just for grins.
  6. Finish painting the outdoor ashtray stand (base coated months ago).
  7. Hang more art (have to drill holes in old walls for that, too.)
  8. Photograph the back side of “Endure” before rehanging it on the wall (plan to post it for sale).
  9. Tear pole lamp found on curb apart, paint flowers or something on the shade.
  10. Spray paint and hang the Gong (outdoors, must be over 40 degrees, no rain).
  11. Invent a new recipe (thinking stuffed chicken nuggets).
  12. Wake up before dawn (ditto tomorrow).
  13. Light candles and toast the first dawn of the new year.
  14. Bead a crystal bracelet for a friend who likes to sparkle.
  15. Crochet at least a row or two on that shawl started awhile back.
  16. Write down that blues poem… it’s like lyrics to a song being writ in my head.
  17. Sharpen all my pencils. If I feel like it, start a new drawing.
  18. Start listing old colored pencil drawings for sale online.
  19. Apply temporary tattoo for grownups purchased awhile back.

These are not resolutions. There’s no deadline, no timeline… might take a few days before I can check everything off, but that’s how I want to start my year. I hope you get to start yours as you please, too.

Here’s to good things for us all… thanks for reading!

Peace Wrung Out

melted peace
 feel a bit
 faded out
 wrung out
 washed out
 stressed out
 maxed out
 need a little
 piece of peace
 sleep
 balance
 harmony

Note: click on peace sign to view full size if you want to snatch it to use as free clip art. I made it with a translucent background… it looks better on black.

I think this week has taken an emotional toll, but it has been far worse on others so I cannot complain.

My daughter took me to the place where they got their cell phones, so I upgraded mine. It was about time. My old smart phone was getting stupid, did not have all the bells and whistles that are available now. I picked out a white Samsung with a purple rubbery protector thing and some kind of unlimited everything plan. It’s cute, has dual cameras with flash, and a bigger screen. I’m having fun trying to figure out how to things like text via voice and set up Pandora radio stations. They also let me keep the same phone number so it is all cool.

 

Peace Piece

It has occurred to me that if I only post when I am irritated or in one of “those” moods, the overall perception has a negative vibe. As if I am irritated or in a foul mood all the time. Look at the dates. Time passes… life goes on quite peacefully content in between.

Yes, I use words to purge my mind.
I use words to gather my thoughts.

I think out loud on paper, sometimes virtual paper, writing my way around the back forty of my mind. I sift and sort in a search for understanding. Sometimes, I need to evaluate, form an opinion, or draw a conclusion. And then again, sometimes, I am just lost on the other side.

On the flip side: if I only posted upbeat happy-happy joy-joy flowery fluff, I would question my sanity and wonder if I lost my own tentative grasp on reality.

I shall try to strike a chord, mix it up for balance.

Well, I best get ready… the clock is ticking and I am going to “Play in May for the YWCA!” at the Senior Center on Fifth Avenue where I will laugh and have a great time making art with friends.

And that is what this blog hasn’t shown for awhile… I laugh out loud and often, savor peace and harmony. I see life as more comedy than drama, and not like modern sit-coms or so darn goofy that it should only appeal to nine year old boys. I like old comedy and humor spun by a play on words.